Lyrics:

(Verse)
This is on my face, I see you aviator haters
Homeys with the elevators, call Indiana Pacers
Never rockin alligators, just some red bottom charts
Goin off a grim of mollies, I don’t fo fo fo forty talk
When she brought you came with a new better dog
All I know is stay strapped, get money and run it up
Got my foreign choppas on my nigga Soulja
Talkin bout Flocka then you know it’s game over

(Hook x2)
All I know get it get it, got it now it’s gone
Keep a lot of straps ‘cause I know the war’s on
Never cross the line, you know I’m a brother’s keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper

(Verse)
I’m fuckin nigga queens, I’m lookin for a queen
I guess it’s only right since Wooh to the king
Yea Wooh to the man but ya fit me in yo plans
Niggas sleepin on me, guess they fucked up on the sands
It’s time to wake em up, pour white coffee in a cup
Every ball fly paper, it’ll leave you stuck
Wooh da I’m the K I N G
BS in the army, be all that you can be
Squad!

(Hook x2)
All I know get it get it, got it now it’s gone
Keep a lot of straps ‘cause I know the war’s on
Never cross the line, you know I’m a brother’s keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper

(Interlude)
10 bands on line 1
20 racks on line 2
45 racks on line 3
75000 for a show, now that’s monopoly

(Verse)
Waka Flocka that’s my brother, fuck with him I put you under
Wooh da packin heat but keep it neat like a thunder
All I know get it get it, got it now it’s gone
That’s my part brother, it’s gon be until we gone

(Hook x2)
All I know get it get it, got it now it’s gone
Keep a lot of straps ‘cause I know the war’s on
Never cross the line, you know I’m a brother’s keeper
Hurry, het in quick, this a message to the reaper